Chapter 4
Sarah's POV: "The Rescue"
BANG!
The gunshot made my heart stop. I kicked the warehouse door so hard it flew off its springs. My gun was already in my hands before I even saw what was inside.
"Drop your weapon!" I screamed.
Harrison spun around with wild eyes. Blood covered his fine suit. Marcus was on the floor, holding his shoulder and moaning. Elena sat tied to a chair, her face white with terror.
"Detective Kane," Harrison said with a sick smile. "You're too late."
"I said drop it!" My finger was ready on the trigger.
Harrison laughed. "You shoot me, and you'll never know the truth about who I really am."
"I know exactly who you are," I said. "You're a lying lawyer who helps criminals escape."
"Oh, Sarah." Harrison shook his head. "I'm so much worse than that."
I stepped closer, keeping my gun pointed at his chest. "Put the gun down, NOW!"
Harrison looked at Elena, then at Marcus bleeding on the floor. "Did Marcus tell you about the other children I killed?"
My blood turned to ice. "What other children?"
"The ones who saw too much. The ones whose parents wouldn't take my money." Harrison's eyes were crazy now. "Twelve little kids who thought they could tell the truth about what they saw."
I felt sick. "You killed children?"
"I made them disappear," Harrison said proudly. "Just like I was going to make Elena disappear fifteen years ago. But her parents were smart. They took my money and ran."
Elena started crying. "You monster! You killed innocent kids!"
"They weren't innocent!" Harrison screamed. "They were going to ruin everything! They were going to send my clients to jail!"
That's when I realized how crazy Harrison really was. He didn't just help crooks escape. He murdered anyone who threatened his business.
"How many?" I asked quietly. "How many children did you kill?"
"Does it matter?" Harrison shrugged. "They're all gone now. Just like Elena will be."
He started to turn his gun toward Elena.
I didn't think. I just played.
BANG! BANG!
My first shot hit Harrison in the shoulder. My second shot knocked the gun out of his hand. He fell backward, screaming in pain.
I ran to Elena first. "Are you hurt?"
"I'm okay," she said, crying. "But Marcus needs help!"
I cut Elena's ropes with my pocket knife, then ran to Marcus. He was pale and bleeding bad, but his eyes were open.
"Sarah," he whispered. "Thank God you came."
"Don't talk," I said, putting my jacket against his bullet wound. "Save your strength."
I called for medics and backup on my radio. Then I put handcuffs on Harrison even though he was moaning about his shoulder.
"You have the right to remain silent," I told him.
"This won't stick," Harrison said through his teeth. "I'm a known lawyer. You have no proof of anything."
Elena stood up on shaky legs. "Actually, we do have proof."
She walked over to Marcus and picked up a folder from the floor next to him. "Marcus showed me this before you shot him. It's all the fake proof you gave him about each victim."
I opened the folder. Inside were dozens of papers with Harrison's law firm name at the top. Each paper had lies about the people Marcus had killed, making them sound like criminals when they were really just bystanders.
"This proves you manipulated Marcus," I said to Harrison. "You made him think he was killing guilty people when they were innocent."
Harrison's face went white. "That folder means nothing."
"It means everything," Elena said. "Each paper is written on your letterhead. Each lie has your signature on it."
The ambulance sounds were getting closer. Marcus grabbed my arm with his good hand.
"Sarah," he whispered. "There's something else you need to know about Harrison."
"What is it?" I leaned down close to hear him.
"The children he killed..." Marcus's voice was getting weaker. "They weren't the only ones."
"What do you mean?"
Marcus looked me straight in the eyes. "Harrison didn't just kill witness children. He killed their parents too."
My heart stopped. "Their parents?"
"Whole families," Marcus whispered. "If the kids saw crimes, Harrison would make the entire family disappear. He's been doing it for twenty years."
I looked at Harrison in horror. This wasn't just about covering up crimes. This was about killing entire families.
"How many families?" I asked Marcus.
"I don't know," Marcus said. "But Sarah... there's something else."
"What?"
Marcus was breathing hard now. The ambulance workers were running in, but Marcus held onto my arm.
"Harrison kept records," he whispered. "He kept pictures of every family he killed."
"Where are the records?"
Marcus's eyes were closed. "Hidden... in his office... behind the law books..."
The ambulance workers pushed me away to help Marcus. Elena stood next to me, both of us looking at Harrison.
"Is it true?" Elena asked Harrison. "Did you really kill whole families?"
Harrison just smiled that sick smile again. "You'll never prove it."
But I knew we would. We had to.
As they put Marcus on the cot, he grabbed my hand one more time.
"Sarah," he whispered so quietly I could barely hear him. "The records... they're not just pictures."
"What else?"
Marcus looked scared. "Harrison kept movies. He filmed every crime. " I felt like I was going to throw up. "Videos?"
"He watches them," Marcus said. "For fun."
The ambulance workers were taking Marcus away now. I watched them load him into the ambulance, my mind spinning with what he'd told me.
Harrison had films of murdering entire families. For twenty years, he'd been killing witnesses and their loved ones, then watching the deaths like movies.
I looked at Harrison sitting in my handcuffs. He was looking at me with those crazy eyes.
"You think you've won," he said softly. "But you have no idea what's coming."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
Harrison started laughing. Not a normal laugh. A scary, crazy laugh that made my skin crawl.
"The families I killed," he said. "They all had something in common."
"What?"
Harrison's laugh got louder. "They were all cop families, Sarah. Every single one."
My blood froze.
"What did you just say?"
Harrison looked right at me. "Your sister Rebecca didn't die in an accident when you were twelve, Sarah. I killed her. And I killed your parents too."
The world stopped spinning. I couldn't move.
"You're lying," I whispered.
"Am I?" Harrison's smile was pure evil. "Check the dates, Detective Kane. Your family died exactly fifteen years ago. Right when I was cleaning up witnesses for the Blackwood case."
I felt Elena's hand on my shoulder, but I couldn't move.
"Your little sister saw something she shouldn't have," Harrison continued. "So I made your whole family disappear. Car crash, they said. But I cut their brake lines myself."
I was going to be sick. "And the best part?" Harrison whispered. "You became a police officer to find your family's killer. You've been hunting me for twenty years, Sarah. And you never even knew it."